Military Mission (Part One)

The military camp stood not far from the War God Temple. Outside the window, the wind drifted softly past.

A white-haired, white-bearded man stood by the window, quietly gazing outside, no one knowing what he was looking at or what he was thinking.

The half-open window could not wholly shut out the probing autumn wind. From time to time, gusts blew into the room, lifting several strands of the middle-aged man's hair and sending them streaming backward.

His long robe was gently puffed up by the wind, then slowly settled, then puffed up again, over and over, making his figure seem somewhat desolate.

"That man really doesn't know what's good for him." A middle-aged man dressed in military attire stood not far from him, also looking outside—or, more precisely, down below the window.

A trace of displeasure showed on his face. He seemed rather unhappy. Though he had not reached the point of anger, he was still far from pleased.

"Old friend, don't be angry. He is merely too cautious. Besides, he is a Viscount. If he were not in exile, we would never have been qualified to recruit him!" The white-haired man was the president of the Adventurers' Guild. He turned and spoke to his old friend.

"Hmph. I thought a talented man would understand the times and know what he needed most. Hmph, another unreliable fellow!" the military man snorted.

Still, he did not refute his old friend's words. Clearly, he thought the same.

The more he thought so, the more he felt that it was better for that so-called Giant Eagle Druid named Romon not to take a post with the military.

"My old friend, how many years has it been? Why is your temper still like this?" The president cast him another helpless glance. Apparently, the